|in memory of all those slain in the CT school shooting|
Sleep gives you no choice,
it closes your eyes to all that is precious,
leaving you resting in the hope
that it will still be there
when you wake.
Grief will not be held accountable
it lives where it will;
like sleep, once you have tasted it,
you never lose the memory.
Joy, too, comes over you
but in its wake there is no yearning.
It gathers you and your grief in its arms,
makes it safe to close your eyes,
and leaves a small flame
for the next time darkness falls.